Short Unanchored Poems
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Unanchored
Nonchalant
Concrete
Ongoing
Negotiable
Direct
Inevitable
Tenacious
Intimate
Overlooked
Nonviolent
Aggressive
Ludibund (playful)
The better the poet
the fuller the sails
—and the further the lines may stretch
The more ranging the verse
set to feeling’s unanchored
—the more chances of fair winds ahead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
I came in to this cold lonely world all alone.
I longed for love..... I longed for you...
Faith brought us together and in to our hearts for better or worse...
And when our fragile bodies could no longer stand the test time, our souls became unanchored from from this world...
Our love has now become eternal...
In the drizzling rain
Lemon afternoon it was
On fire was the forest
Vertigo-molecules in the breeze
Electricity in clasping clouds
Yellow roses holding fingers
Opened the lips
Unanchored our birds
September 8, 2019
Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Losing the right to
occupy space I became
unanchored to this
flesh prison of mine.
Even my words lost in the
wind, but not to you.
Silencing the sound
of voices here, in my head
and beyond let me
exist in your state
of stillness. And let me count
the remaining time
of mine only by
the warmful beating of your
trusted, word clock-heart.
A childhood summer
leaks away, taking with it
its raft of unanchored memories.
Thoughts grasps at the cold hands
of the never-was.
Time and age question.
The long buried emerge,
a would-be history
exposed as a replacement fiction;
one stolen from an imagined life.
A borrowed sunshine -
yet still preferable to the head-dreams
that deny both fact and fairytales,
and open doors long nailed shut.
Listen to poem:
circumnavigating
the corners of my mind
in latitude and longitude
i chart my oceanic voyage
through turbulence
of sea and clouds
in solitude
finally reach calm waters
turning off the power
sit adrift on open seas
tranquility encountered
swept up and immersed
in peaceful emptiness
of temporal simplicity
unanchored
unmoored
afloat and free
Read on air by invitation ~ November 14, 2021 'POETS' HARBOUR'
AP: 1st place 2021
Visions blur sight
Love and hate contrast
Like black to white
Grey seeped through like liquid
Mellowing tears, a poisonous fluid
A blue day, no luck existed
Like rainbow candies, only twisted
An unclear fate, red emotions
Unanchored hope,
Bliss fades into erosion
Bloodshot eyes
Hidden
Behind a cry
Is there a place
Where it’s colorless?
Free from pain
Where you’re the only artist
Where you can erase that heartless
Lonesome nature
Where you can be the painter
Of something colorless?
The sandy beach and the ocean
obviously do not understand each other.
Each wave falls upon the shore,
as if it had never met that shore before.
The sand attempts to flow away,
yet scuttled crab legs
and the weight of empty shells
slows it to a shackled crawl.
Eventually,
the unstable edge of that feathering lip
tumbles into the sea.
Then the salty, always thirsty water,
turns away to flow more swiftly
through the open gills and mouths
of the unanchored
and free.